After They Forced Me Onto the Path of Heartlessness, the Entire Sect Regretted It

Everyone in my sect had doted on me for years, until my master brought back a junior sister.

She was clever and adorable, and soon she became the sect's new favorite, taking my place.

During a demon-slaying battle, my junior sister was gravely wounded, and everyone resented me for not taking the blade meant for her.

My usually composed senior brother struck me hard across the head in a fit of rage.

My junior brother held his sword to my throat and demanded to know why I wasn't the one who'd been hurt.

No one cared that my meridians were shattered and I was barely breathing.

My aloof, arrogant master pronounced judgment:

“With evil in your heart and no willingness to change, you are sentenced to the Heartless Dao. Reflect on your sins.”